Life changes as nature changes also and my poem is basically about this.
Very small story and again it is written by me and obviously it is none other than suspense and detective story.
It is a detective story, completely self imagined .
The story was of 1970's- may be late seventies, my home town was Kapista, a small town like
village on the bank of river Ajay. It's natural surroundings were beautiful. The hill...
She let out her lips for a low whistle,
Peering through the glass of window, I was about to startle-
She began to sing so beautifully-...
World's best relationship retains within the love and affection of a mother upon her son or daughter and in this poem, a mother unites with her son again who was lost on a stormy day.
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DavidBokolo
February 4, 2016 - 10:03 Hi, Soma, I love this poem. It got me almost turning.